Awooooooooooooooooo

(That's my written version of a wolf howling at the full moon.)

Following a fairly normal day, I had a semi-adventurous evening. It was book club night (Special Topics of Calamity Physics, I'd actually read it a while ago, but it was someone else's choice), and it was down in a close-town-but-surrounded-by-trees-and-cows-and-nighttime-silence suburb, on a very long looped road. I chose the wrong end to approach, and while the numbers were definitely still going up, I felt that when we ended up on a dirt road with cows in paddocks on either side, perhaps we'd gone wrong somewhere. Like were on the wrong road completely. Several phone calls ("the numbers are going down now!") and multiple u-turns ("make the numbers keep going up!") later we made it. What should have been a half hour drive turned into 50 minutes, but we were welcomed by muffins and tea, and comfy chairs in which to discuss the book briefly before moving onto more important things. (I don't really do it justice, we did talk about the book for far longer than we've given some others.)

And so it was an adventure. It was a beautiful area to get confused in, and I could have photographed a gazillion things, but really just wanted to get there. So after dropping my friend off home afterwards, I stopped for an alternative view of Hobart, from a different perspective to my usual.